can you tell pleasure from pain or is your love but a drug then ask me to follow that road again you know… i’d rather be dead now listen

do you know the goddess you pray to an icon or is she for real do you know she favours her mistress do you know it’s me our god is a blind one don’t think that you’ll be seen your gift is a heartache but don’t think it will bother me

despair my pale angel i’ll lay you down to sleep so that this world won’t be frightening to thee i’ll show you what’s hidden beneath the cross that i precede it’s not very different but i’m trapped in this you see